*Ellies POV*

I whip around, heart jumping in my chestXavier stands there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink.

The taverns dim lights catch the sharp angle of his jaw, and those golden eyesusually so cold in his officespark with something warm, protective.

My breath catches. Hes kind of hot, actually. The thought hits me out of nowhere, and I shove it down, focusing on the moment.

Lukes eyes widen, his cool act slipping. Xavier? What the hell are you ...